posting bc tattoos

Mchanzo tattoo artist au of sorts

An AU in which Hanzo and Genji run a tattoo and piercing parlor together. Their stylistic specialty is Irezumi tattoos as well as their usage of the Tebori tattooing method for said Irezumi tattoos (though per customer request they will use the modern tattooing needle, much to Hanzo’s displeasure). Genji one day gets word from an old friend from his days studying abroad and enthusiastically informs Hanzo that said friend is in a dire need of a place to stay, so of COURSE Genji offered their place. Hanzo is understandably pissed to high heaven but Genji reasons that his friend will repay them by working in their tattoo parlor in exchange for living in their guest room. Hanzo (being a surly ass) retorts that its highly unlikely this strange friend of Genji’s could provide any admirable talent or work. After all, they pride themselves on their craft and this pal of Genji’s could very well be their ruin. Genji in turn attempts to convince Hanzo that having variety in their workplace would be beneficial for business. Hanzo is massively unimpressed, calling American stylistic tattoos (i.e. Sailor Jerry) uncouth, sloppy, and ugly.
Aftet a tense debate Genji eventually gets his way.
Fast forward a week later and Genji’s friend, the most RIDICULOUS cow boy wannabe American Hanzo has ever clapped eyes on, arrives and unpacks his meager two suitcases in their guestroom. Immediately, Hanzo is curious yet annoyed by this man who loudly introduces himself as Jesse McCree. Jesse is boisterous, teeming with odd Western sayings and charm that unsettle Hanzo and aggravate him. Jesse is rough around the edges, far different than Hanzo’s sharp and precise appearance. The two end up clashing heads over tattooing styles, then artwork in general. Hanzo affirms that his traditional and highly detailed work is superior while Jesse tries to appeal to him by showing how many different variations of Western style tattoos there are and how each are unique in their own right.
The argument reaches a peak which results in Hanzo storming out and cursing the infuriating cowboy under his breath. After walking off his frustrations (and being plagued by mixed emotions towards Jesse), Hanzo eventually returns home to find Jesse rummaging through their fridge while wearing nothing but a towel (for he had taken a shower to cool off and clear his head). It is then that Hanzo realises that:

A.) Jesse has a quite appealing and charming body.
B.) For a tattoo artist in his own right, Jesse has an incredible lack of tattoos. And by lack of, he has NONE.

And seeing such a superb blank “canvas” makes Hanzo’s hands absolutely itch with temptation.

anonymous asked:

fluffy stephew au where one of them works at a flower shop, please?

Matt thought the new tattoo parlour across the street was… odd at best and completely incompatible at the least. The neighbourhood was about as edgy as one expected a place that boasted a cafe, bookstore, and Matthew’s flower shop to be. All in all, it lacked the kind of mood he’d associate with a tattoo parlour. But ever since the place opened last week, he’d seen countless people walking in and out of the building as he set about arranging bouquets and, well, spying on his new neighbour. Sue him, it was the closest Matthew had ever been to anything that didn’t directly relate to pastel flowers and satin ribbons. So clearly it had to be doing well?

An explanation for the success came in the form of a customer. A man had come in two days ago to get some flowers (soft blue daisies with baby’s breath, a nice choice in Matt’s opinion) and had shown him the tattoo he’d gotten at the parlour a few days earlier. Even with his limited experience, Matthew could tell it was beautifully done. The sketchy outlines of the crows seemed to flap off the man’s skin, their eyes were dark and full of intelligence and he half expected the feathers to rustle as he leaned in to take a closer look. ‘Maybe I should get a tattoo.’ He’d quietly mused after the man left, only for a ringing phone calling for a birthday arrangement to steal his attention away from the mysterious tattoo parlour.

Speaking of, Matt found his scattered midday thoughts whisked away as his front door opened and the cheery alert bell went off. “Welcome to The Garden, how may I-?” His usual mindless greeting was cut short as he saw who had walked in; she was about his age, dressed in paint splattered jeans, a black tank top, and leather boots. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and studded with pencils. Almost immediately, Matthew was captivated by the vibrant tattoos that covered her arms and arched across her shoulders. Carefully coloured drawings of Zelda characters and beautiful swatches of backgrounds he recognized from the franchise decorated her skin and drew his eye to the triforce emblazoned on her collarbone that was so detailed, it almost looked as if she has somehow inked herself with actual gold.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The gentle tease made Matt tear his eyes away and he felt the floor under his feet shift as he saw dark red lips quirked in a smile, a nose wrinkled slightly from the strong scent of pollen and soil that he barely noticed anymore, and two brown eyes outlined in thick, smudged eyeliner that were brimming with laughter. ‘Oh.’ Matthew thought, his heart beating a little harder and his palms sweating.

“Sorry! I don’t mean to stare I just… I like your tattoos.” He managed to stammer out, his heart rate skyrocketing as she approached his counter and seemed to lazily sprawl her upper body across it. “Zelda fan?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow and resting her chin on the palms of her hands. It was all Matthew could do to nod mutely as she nodded in approval. “Cool. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie Cordato, I run the new parlour across the street and I wanted to come grab some flowers to spruce the place up.” Stephanie held out a hand and Matt took a moment to admire her red nail polish and multitude of rings and bracelets before he shook it, praying she could feel how sweaty it was. “Matthew Patrick. Nice to meet you.” He said, his mouth going dry as she smiled wider. “I think I have some cool coloured roses you might be interested in.”

Panic! at the Disco Challenge: Day 2 - lyric you would get tattooed


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ok i was thinkin about this for a while, it was pretty funny in my head soo– (super cliche) Tattoo artists AU in which all the seniors (+tanaka) work as artists at a studio owned by Daichi, they’re pretty popular and stuff I guess?? They’re a little older in this AU (and the age difference between Noya and Asahi is abt 3-4 years hoho). So Noya being the meme he is, gets a stupid tattoo ( which he regrets like 2 weeks later) and confronts his friend tanaka for help bc he works at the studio to get it redone.

Still haven’t quite developed this but, basically Asahi is gonna do some good coverup work for Noya and they get v friendly heh. 

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine, S04E01:

“Look at her calf. It’s a tattoo of Jesus punching Bin-laden in the nuts.”
“Hmm…maybe a local tattoo artist will recognize it. It can’t be that common.”
[Later, at the tattoo parlor]
“Okay, that’s the most common tattoo we give.”
“So, these photos tell us nothing?”
“Actually, you know what, that’s a high school graduation ring. Dan Marino High, class of 2003.”